Frankfurt and Some Frank Farts

I know that I haven't posted in a couple of days, but I am posting now: We Made It!!!!  We landed in Frankfurt on Wednesday after harrowing a lengthy 10 hour flight. The flight consisted of two consistently bland meals (it's airplane food and to be expected); a finished reading of Dan Savage's The Commitment, which was very good and well-worth a read; and what else other than a cantankerous army of wailing babies. Needless to say, we landed in Frankfurt very hungry and very tired. So we decided that our first order of business was FOOD! And while in Germany...we went to a Japanese noodle bar. What can I say. We were very hungry and very tired.  And after we arrived back at our hostel, with bellies full of noodle (thanks Heidi MoschMosch, why your name is Heidi I'll never know), we slept!

The following day, Morgan and I did a small tour around Frankfurt's central square.  We attempted to go up the tallest building in Frankfurt; however, it was closed due to a holiday that Thursday. With that we were off.  We found a neat little museum along the river in Frankfurt, the Liebieghaus.  It had a lot of classical art, of which I have very little understanding and thus I had less appreciation for than what was probably deserved. But it was still very cool, and I am always amazed how accurate they can make cloth look on stone and wood. Like really! That's sick!

Throughout these excursions, we were periodically visited by my travel partner's gaseous friend from below. I blame the plane food.

And after Frankfurt, we headed to Munich where I was expecting to discover the real Germany from the infamous Alex.

Toodles!